it’s torture.
Each brush strums my veins,
vibrations rippling through the fretboard of my spine.
Then another graze.
Another trace.
A trailing.
His heavy eyes inch up,
landing back on mine.
Drowned, drenched, navy-devastation.
We lock eyes. And this is it.
This is the part in the song where the beat drops.
Where everything quiets for a breath.
Only to slam back harder.
Then—
Hekissesme.
Finally.
Sweeping me up in it,
as if he’s been suffocating,
dying.
Its resonance moves through me,
slow-burning, thrumming,
hot buzzing between my thighs.
A whimper escapes my throat,
and it breaks him.
His lips fall open.
His body shudders.
His control snaps in half.
And hesinksinto me,
his tongue sliding into my mouth,
dragging warm across mine,
